#having little bit of art block tho

[solargeist]

the funniest thing abt uh possibly being autistic is not actually dealing with it, and instead just giving it to minecraft characters 🤔

[maxbruiser]

Hi! You've been inactive for a week. I hope you're ok?

To make a long story short, I went down a Pinterest rabbit hole with nothing but my art block and got horribly lost.

[arolesbianism]

Sigh. It begins (being forced to see the worst aro hcs I've ever seen in my life because ppl have a talent for finding the absolute worst characters to be their token aro hc)

[bear-cubs-art-things]

so that one piece I'm working on? Pride (working title)?

Yeah it's turning into a 5 stages of grief piece

[pansyfemme]

jude + he/him + twenty

i'm a trans, queer, and disabled art student, diehard indie-popper, colorfreak and amateur tboy appriciator from the east coast. i post about music and comics and art and my boyfriendddddd💖💖💖 and all my other favorite topics with frequency.

testimonals from real life jude pansyfemme friends on why i’m epic and you should follow me:

“jude is one of the sweetest people to ever grace this planet and one sexy motherfucker” - M, jude’s number one coffee shop buddy

“he’s just a little guy” - L, jude tolerator (and fan) since 2022

“you’re legally not allowed to be mean to him” - F, jude’s bestie for life maybe

“1# boyfriend. in the world. 💖” - you can probably guess this one

follow at ur own risk, i do not tag and i reblog nudity, sex jokes, discussions of kink or other things generally considered nsfw <3

putting a short faq under cut bc. i get the same questions a lot. check it before you ask about my icon or header or anything

faq:

Art blog/Commissions? @fagboyfriend is the blog. dm me and i can send you my professional portfolio site/organized portfolio/past commission work if you’re interested in commissions. closed for a little bit since im moving into college atm but still hmu if you have interest in originals ive posted or have a project you dont mind a few months waitlist on <3

How long have you been on T/How long have you been transitioning? I came out at 12 years old, started blockers at 14 and HRT later that same year, and had top surgery at 17, making me 5.5 years on t and 3 years post op, and transitioning/out for about eight years.

What’s your tagging system?/What does this tag mean? #Jude pansyfem irl is for selfies and ootds. #songposting is my now retired method for posting song links. (all new song links are now at @upforabit) #echo is the name of my boyfriend, it’s posts that remind me of him, my interactions with him, etc. (that tag is very lovey-dovey and really just for him to look through) other than that i don’t usually tag. you can expect untagged nudity and sex, at this point you have been warned twice so dont get on my ass about it 👍 my blog my rules

What show/game/comic is your icon from? its a cropped version of the album cover of the 1999 album “shake the pounce” by vancouver based twee pop band Gaze. It’s a favorite album of mine as well as just a cool little guy i like a lot

Where is your header from? a painting i did in gouache a year or two ago and thought would make a nifty header.

How do I refer to you/How do you identify? I’m a queer femme transgender man. I use he/him pronouns and masculine terms. i like many genders, i’m strictly t4t and primarily interested in men though. i enjoy femme/gnc gender presentation, but i do not identify as anything other than a binary ftm transgender person. I do not use they/them and have not at any point in recent history. referring to me as such is misgendering/degendering and will probably get you blocked like any other misgendering.

What compliments are okay? most are okay, masc or fem. so pretty, handsome, all thats good 👍 i am a taken man tho so if you flirt with me hard or dm me looking for pics or something you prob wont get much of a response.

What style are you wearing/where do you get your clothes? I originally identified as a decora boy, but i kinda do my own thing these days. I like bright color and clashing patterns and maximallism. I shop a variety of places, but a lot of my stuff is from Kei Collective and Candy Trap. All of my kandi and most of my jewlery is homemade.

What is Twee/Do you Make Music? Twee is a music genre I developed a special interest in a few years back. It's a style of indie pop that originated after the UK rise of the famous c86 compilation tape in the late eighties, and was developed with a focus on low-fidelity, diy sound combined with upbeat, bubblegum-y pop sentiments and a naive, childlike outlook. It's both cute and somewhat rough around the edges. I do not make music, and don’t hold any musical skill. I’m just a major fan.

Do you have a DNI? I haven't in a long time, due to it being pretty frequently ignored and my following count growing to the point i can't really control that anymore. I can and will block people, but i feel my opinions are made fairly clear through what I post here.

[aesthetixhoe]

posts while dating standford art — A.D.

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, arts a little bit cringy, Patrick's a little brainrot, low key tashi drama... 🤓

word count: —

pronouns: none, but ma'am is used

authors note: ignore how they were in college before Instagram and cell phones, idc, this idea was burning inside of me, just imagine it's in 2024 :P

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[y/n]_[l/n] bro needs a haircut

patrickthezweig BRO WHAT IS TJAT ON YPUR HEAD 😭

| art.donaldson WHAT IS YOUR SPELLING??

| patrickthezweig mind yo business

| [y/n]_[l/n] boys.

| art.donaldson Yes ma'am 🫡

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[y/n]_[l/n] artie is eepy

art.donaldson I TOLD YOU NOT TO POST THIS

| [y/n]_[l/n] oops, my finger slipped 😋

| art.donaldson My finger might just slip over the block button 🤓

| [y/n]_[l/n] I'll delete it 😔

| patrickthezweig SEND THIS TO ME RN

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patrickthezweig he's looking at [y/n], not me 😢

[y/n]_[l/n] sucks to suck, buddy

| patrickthezweig he was mine first ☹️

| art.donaldson Stop fighting over meeeee... I'm kidding, keep going 😁

arts.tennis.racket wish he looked at me like that

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art.donaldson I remember none of last night

patrickthezweig that's for the best

[y/n]_[l/n] aww too bad, we had hot, steamy sex

| art.donaldson Liar, liar, pants on fire

| patrickthezweig you did, you told me all about it

| art.donaldson You guys are just fucking with me... Right?

| [y/n]_[l/n] I guess you'll never know

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art.donaldson legendary

[y/n]_[l/n] he forced me to take this

| art.donaldson I'll give you photo credit next time lol

| [y/n]_[l/n] you better

patrickthezweig cringe ah caption

| art.donaldson cringe ah face

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patrickthezweig no one else id rather play with

[y/n]_[l/n] WHY DOES NO ONE CREDIT ME

| art.donaldson at least it wasn't me this time

patrickthezweig photo cred to [y/n]_[l/n]

| [y/n]_[l/n] thank you. you could've cropped it better tho

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[y/n]_[l/n] pat and art in their natural habitat

art.donaldson that hotdog was so fucking good

| patrickthezweig not the only hotdog you like 😉

| art.donaldson bruh 😐

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patrickthezweig lean in my cup, that's wassup

[y/n]_[l/n] can confirm, it's vodka

art.donaldson you tryna share?

| patrickthezweig ask [y/n], thats who I got it from

| art.donaldson [y/n]_[l/n] WHAT THE HELL

| [y/n]_[l/n] I have more, calm down

tashi so much for staying sharp.

[greetings-humans]

suo hayato - martial arts rant

(minor plot spoilers for up until episode 4/chapter 8)

(all the stuff here also otherwise spoil suo's fighting style which you first see at ep 5/ch11-12)

now do you see this? (from ep 5)

and this (chapter 12)

so I have some experience in martial arts, like im a black belt in zendo ryuu karate do (a decently niche style of karate and like I also did a bit of jiu-jitsu, tho no competitions for any of these) but anyways this feels wrong.

now I don't claim to know all there is about martial arts but um. given the power behind even the weakest of punches (and kanumo (the opponent) survived shishitouren during its extremist phase so he can't be that weak), putting your hand in front of an incoming fist is a recipe for disaster and so much pain. the same can be said for attempting to... grab (??) the fist from above with your palm and your extended fingers, like you can see in the panel.

my poor, abused, tendinitis-ridden arms feel the pain for you, suo, please stop it.

we know from the manga, that suo isn't one of the people with "monster strength" (and those people also shouldn't be doing moves like this but I'll assume that monster strength also comes with insane muscle support on their arms/forearms/hands and they're also not trained in martial arts so whatever. let them make their mistakes since it doesn't hurt them that much) because suo is never described as having "monster strength" so him doing this is just off.

but, dee, you might say, this is a fucking manga/anime about teenage gangsters were you expecting realism??

as of episode 5 / chapter 12 (?), suo has confirmed that he's dabbled in mixed martial arts. you cant have him making these sort of mistakes for the shits and giggles.

and these feel like a decently basic mistakes, too. i asked my brother his opinion on this as a blue-belt in karate and he agrees with me that suo is off here. i asked my bsf (who has like a yellow belt in taekwondo but hasn't practiced martial arts in like nearly a decade) on an opinion on people using their palm to block an incoming punch and he thought that's weird. I asked google and even fucking wikihow disagrees with the palm thing.

like. use your opponent's momentum against themselves yes. but also.

nowhere is there a mention of stopping the momentum with your palm. your fucking palm??? hello??? or stopping the momentum by grabbing the fist like that?? who grabs a fist from above😭😭 suo look at your goddamn wrist. joints are scared of you.

out of the top of my head, suo is in danger of breaking his fingers or spraining/breaking his wrist or fucking up his elbow, or some funky combination thereof. and he's also definitely getting in some sort of trouble with his tendon. but c'est la vie, ig.

and btw. he has pulled this off correctly a few times in the manga.

chapter 11

in the bottom right corner you see him deflecting properly and safely. and then rushing ahead to get out of Kanuma's range (wouldn't want a falling Kanuma to grab him on his way down lol). no clue what his left hand is doing tho. even if he was attempting to assume a ready stance. what the hell is his elbow doing that high? and why is his palm open and looking away from him? fuck if I know, this doesn't look like karate but there are like thousands of schools of karate with different variations so who knows. it's vaguely giving king fu or jiu jitsu but take this with a grain of salt.

or this from chapter 68. also correct technique. don't come at me for spoilers btw, I've literally given you zero context.

tho to be fair, I'm a little confused as to the angle that he's hand is at? like it seems like his torso is in front of the punch (which vaguely makes sense because the other guy can presumably aim towards center mass aka torso), but like suo should already be moving his torso away so his arm shouldn't be reaching out from that angle. whatever. I'll forgive this. it's super minor.

10/10 for just grabbing the damn wrist instead of what he was doing before.

tho once again to be fair, I'm also a little confused about what his free hand is doing but whatever. and how did the other guy lose his balance? idk suo tagged at his punching arm hard ig. and giving the "whap" sfx then he might have somehow hit the other dude's leg? certainly not with his free hand cause given his stance, he's still not low enough to hit the foot or shin of the other guy (which is what the panel insinuates). unless he ducked? like crouched down while holding the dude's wrist and used his free hand to 'whap'? or maybe suo used his front leg? idk. whatever. still better than before.

nii satoru (the mangaka) so far seems great, because windbreaker has a nice plot and a fun, diverse cast of rather realistic teenagers (given the plot). he does seem to have a weakness when it comes to official martial arts styles, though, and that transferred towards the animation, as well.

hey wbk fandom give me your thoughts. idk if there are more ppl into wbk that also dabble(d) in martial arts but I'd love to hear your thoughts, especially!

[grape-souffle]

@friendswithskeletons and eat soup he shall

Little bit hot tho

Referring to this post:

[rabidaly]

Ok one more update from a shark in the water? Please???

Here’s the first 1k(roughly)! Keep in mind I haven’t edited and I had like. A three-month long writers block for this fic so I’m not super attached/happy with this intro— it may change when I go back next weekend!

Hopefully it’s enough to wet your appetite tho ;)

—

Stiles had friends.

Lydia was his friend. Erica. Danny and Kira danced the line between acquaintance and actual friendship, but gun to his head, Stiles would count them as the latter. And Scott. God knows they'd been inseperable for over a decade.

It's just—

Stiles didn’t text his friends the way he texted Derek.

Or as often.

It wasn’t anything serious. Just lots of little, trivial things: pictures here and there, Stiles blinking doe eyes at the camera, biting his lip. He texted Derek about his annoying professor, the chronological order of the Marvel movies, his attempts at latte foam art. Stiles rambled and vented and altogether talked too much, but—

Derek always answered.

Even if it was a simple, one-word reply. Even if sometimes it took a couple hours. Stiles wasn’t sure he’d have been able to stop even if he didn’t; every little thing that popped into his head came with the companion thought of, oh! I wonder what Derek would think about this!

ive never seen you play a video game, he texted on Thursday evening.

I don’t. What are you playing?

COD

with scott

R u home?

At the gym.

Stiles had figured as much, but he still caught himself sighing. They were in the Hale-McCall living room, playing on Scott’s family Xbox, both sore and tired from their shifts at work. From his spot on the couch, Stiles could hear Peter humming in the kitchen, most likely prepping for dinner. Melissa was still at work.

And Derek was at the gym. Snooze.

how much can u lift? Stiles texted, before his character on screen ran into a wall and he had to put his phone down. Scott side-eyed him, hard.

Stiles caught the tail-end of Scott taking incoming fire before his phone buzzed again. He looked back down.

I can lift double your weight, easy, Derek had typed, cutting to the heart of the matter.

Stiles pinkened.

for how long?

For as long as it takes. Derek replied. it’s your endurance we need to work on, if anything.

Stiles could taste the sharp edge of Derek’s condescension on his tongue. Something inside him went molten-hot, liquified, like the liquid wax of a burning candle.

maybe you should take me to the gym with you, he typed, squirming at just the thought of it. Derek all sweaty, the graceful arch of spine, muscles flexing as he lifts himself. we could be workout buddies.

Would you wear leggings?

Stiles readjusted on the couch, his leg coming up against his chest.

in public? no.

but I could sit on you.

on your back. while you do push ups

A bit too daring. Stiles bit his lip when Derek didn’t respond. He focused back on the game, hoping to distract himself.

It didn’t help much.

Scott huffed, throwing down his remote when they both died.

“What is with you, man?”

“What do you mean?” Stiles said, peeking at his phone again. No new messages.

“I mean, you’re not even watching where you’re going. You just got us both killed!”

”I’m just—“ Stiles felt unreasonably grumpy. “Bored. Can’t we play something else?”

“Like what?”

Like Mario Kart, per Stiles’ suggestion. The best part about Mario Kart was that Scott was—

“Awful, man. Just terrible,” Stiles laughed as Scott swerved off the road, twisting his remote uselessly, as if that were going to do anything while he wasn’t holding down the gas. “Honestly, it’s embarrassing to watch. You should just stop. You’re bringing shame to your family name.”

“I used to beat you at every game!”

“Yeah, in like seventh grade.” Stiles shook his head. “How’s it feel, Scott? To have peaked in middle school?”

“I haven’t peaked, I’m just—“ Scott threw down the controller as the track completed, screen flashing the stats. Scott in tenth place, Stiles in first. Just like the last time. And the time before that. “Out of practice. God, screw this. I want to play Skyrim.”

“Skyrim is god-awful on the Switch.”

“Well, then, I’ll bring the PS4 down here.”

“But it’s single player,” Stiles scrunched up his nose. “I’m not going to just sit here like your girlfriend and pretend watching you play video games is interesting.”

Scott looked offended. “Allison isn’t pretending. She said she loves watching me play.”

Right.

“Sure she does.” Stiles rolled his eyes. "We can just put on a horror movie or something, play fuck, marry, kill." A weird little tradition of theirs, any time they break out the b-rate horror films.

"Which one do you wanna watch?"

Stiles shrugged, "You pick."

He checked his phone again. Sighed for the millionth time.

Scott noticed.

“Who are you texting?”

Fuck.

”No one important,” Stiles said quickly, and put his phone face down on the side table.

Scott stared at it. “Is that a new phone?”

”What? No.”

”It’s pink," Scott pointed out. "Your phone's not pink.”

Stiles really needed to get a case for the thing. “Okay,” he conceded. “It’s a new phone. I splurged.”

The reaction was immediate.

”Stiles! We’re supposed to be saving up for an apartment!” Scott shook his head. “You’ve got to stop spending money, dude.”

Scott was definitely right about that. Stiles might not have bought the phone, but he'd hardly saved a dime since he’d started his job. He’d been too busy buying— well. You know.

As if summoned by the thought of his underwear alone, Stiles' phone (finally, finally) buzzed. Stiles had moved before his brain had fully processed the sound, snatching his phone up from the table on reflex.

Stay put. I’ll be there in 10.

Stiles’ cheeks darkened to a fire-engine red. Uh-oh.

[lizaluvsthis]

Yes we have... SHORT FICS FOR THE ART'S CONTEXT!

(More yumyum foods)

First art after I vanished!

"Breathe deep..."

Three sunk himself deeper from the bed until...

He woke up to see that he was floating in deep abyss of the water. He wondered how he got here.

He was in a dream. He felt aware about what it felt like... the water flowing his hair upwards, three remained silent. With no urge on what to do or whatsoever...

The water blocking his hearing. No sounds played.

He closed his eyes, tried relaxing his mind and body. Breathing... exhaling... bubbled formed...

"Breathe deep and remember..."

Remember... remember... re... remember what exactly..?

What was he supposed to remember? What was his purpose for doing this so?

Loosening himself off the heavy things...

Taking a bit of a break from everything hard...

"You're okay..."

"You're gonna be okay..."

"You're always okay."

"I am not okay..."

He told himself he was fine, he'd always been fine. Why else wouldn't he be?

What is this gentle and caring emotion that has been giving him? When did he get too comfortable?

Letting all of his negative emotions surpass the blue calming water.

Allowing himself to drift from deep blue..

"If you can't handle your own emotions, just set it all free!"

Keep calm and carry on...

2nd art (repost because why not?

"Close my Eyes"

In reality I forgot to put context so pardon.

Washing Mashine Heart by mitski

Three felt like he wanted to pluck both of his own eyes... wanting to hold the tears... wanting to forget about the things he did...

Fear of everything that he'll lose one day...

Right after what happened...with the castle...

"We're friends!"

...

Its hard to lose him again...

He wondered how did he get too close from him? How he admired the touch of friendship he now has forming with him... he wondered why it even matter to him...

Hence, that he wished from a shooting star. To forget what he had all saw... with everything... so many things... that he didn't want to see again...

Pluck it out.

"Keep those eyes to yourself..."

Blue said. "How are you supposed to see what life gives when everything you've been seeing with your own eyes, meant so much to you...?"

He never spoke, still remained silent. Three closed both of his eyes in a warry night of cold and black.

Smg4 placed both hands in Three's eyes.

"Now open your eyes... what do you see...?"

SMG3 opened his eyes, pitch black is seen around his view. No gap of light from Four's bare hands were shown, just him, and the sight of nothingness...

"Black, I see pitch black..." Three responds, trying to ignore how both of Four's hands are carefully covering his eyes. But he could feel that his hand was cold, a little rough coming from his scars that recovered during the incident.

"Now try to imagine... in a world filled with life. How would you describe your own?"

...

..

.

At this point, the man in purple started to cry. He couldn't handle it. The burden pain that had been ripping his heart, felt like he wanted to tear his skin.

Tried holding his tears, holding it all, keeping everything together.

Bottling it all up...

It wasn't enough...

He wasn't... enough...

For someone... in particular...

He was weak, he made himself weak.

He held both of Four's wrist, the scars from his hands. Now same with his partner's.

He felt like he would melt in any second, not just because of what he'd realize behind what he had been shown.

It was all because of Four as well.

He felt like his insides were stabbing itself, not daring to say a word of another. But wanting to... yet he can't...

Everything felt worthless...

He tried to muster up a word... say something.... anything at all...

It was crushing him deep inside, he just couldn't do it...

Something getting stuck from his throat, strangling his neck even tho nothing physical .

But why couldn't he...?

"Empty... am I right?"

He wasn't wrong. His whole world was nothing, he was nothing, everything from his life used to be filled with chaos and hate. It was black. Well- used to be...

Now everything... at his current... now had filled him with life, the meaning, the shine that brightens up from the gaps beyond the trees whenever he goes out of his cafe.

Taking himself for a walk and happens to see nature.. so peacefully here... so calm... so...

Quiet..

He wonders how Four could even do it... how he could explain everything about it than just using words. How this felt so simple for him to do.

Now there was Four. From his point of view, he saw his ex rival casually hanging around with his close friend Mario while him...

Standing behind the tall trees, sharing a peek with his red eyes. To witness an eye catching wonder of smg4 laughing, a sweet and adoring laugh.

Made the full view of orange turning to blue, his color.

It was beautiful... it made him feel things that mostly have been felt whenever he saw him happy.

He wish that he had that too...

Why... not... me...?

[fookingmuffins]

James Potter A-Z Fluff Alphabet

Credits to imagineimagineimagine

I saw someone do this as prompts the other day and figured it would be something fun to try to get rid of my writer's block, but I'm gonna just answer something short for each letter. This was supposed to be published on the 31st of october but i forgot so sorry. But lets celebrate that i only need to turn in two more assignments for school and i go on break so yayy.

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about their partner?)

Physically: They love your lips they constantly just stare at them and he just loves kissing them. At first you would be intimidated when he did this while you guys talked but now you like to tease him about it. He also loves how tiny you are compared to him and how you seem to fit perfectly into his arms.

Mentally: You are stubborn and he just loves it so much he loves that when you set your mind to something you push until you get it.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

James Potter absolutely wants a family, the bigger, the better. This could mean kids if you want that, but if not, he's happy with as many dogs and cats as you two could possibly adopt.

C = Cuddle (How do they like to cuddle?)

When cuddling, this man will basically get on top of you like if he was a weighted blanket and lay his head on your chest, so you can play with his hair. But he also likes when you do the same and just talk to each other about everything and nothing, or read.

D = Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

James is ready to tight the knot as soon as you guys graduate Hogwarts, but if you don't want the whole wedding deal, he'll still want the two of you to live together as soon as possible. I think he would definitely be the one to want to build a house or renovate one with you and just make every room special.

E = Emotion (Are they open with their emotions? )

I think with you James is pretty open most times but sometimes (and specially at the beginning of the relationship) he doesn't want you to worry and will just shut you out, but if you try to talk to him, he will open up.

F = Feelings (When did they know they’re in love?)

James claims he was falling in love the moment you guys talked, and you think it's a joke, but it's not. One smile from you and this man was thinking about a whole future with you. (James is delulu like us) But actual completely in love would probably have to be one time when the two of you were talking in the astronomy tower, and he was just watching you ramble about something you are passionate about and just knew there was no way back.

G = Gifts (Giving and receiving gifts)

James loves to buy you anything you could possibly like. Trips to Hogsmeade always leave you with loads of sweets and stuff he saw and reminded him of you, even when you don't go with him. If you are into making any craft or type of art and give hims something you made with your own hands, this man will never shut up about it and all of Hogwarts will know about how talented you are.

H = Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)

James is an open book most times, but when he has a problem, he doesn't like worrying others and tries to deal with it on his own.

I = Injury (How would they react if you got hurt?)

This man will cause a scene if someone else did it, they are dead and no one can cross him. If you got hurt on your own, he will berate you about being more careful and keep an eye on you for at least a week so that it doesn't happen again. (he will still laugh his little ass off if you trip, tho.)

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they deal with it)

He will definitely get jealous, but not in a toxic way, just in the getting touchy and showing everyone he's your boyfriend kind of way.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss you? How do they like to be kissed?)

This man is passionate, and he LOVES your lips, so yeah, sometimes get a bit heated. But he loves kissing your head and forehead, probably because it's the closest things to him. He also loves to attack you by taking your face in his hands and kissing you all over.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

I think you did. Not cause James didn't know he loved you, but I think even he realized how quick he fell for you and was scared to scare you away, so he tried to hold back as much as possible but when you finally told him he was over the moon. I think you told him in one of those moments when you don't even think, and you just feel it, so strongly it spills out so you momentarily panic, but he immediately got the biggest smile and told you back.

M = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)

Obviously, when you agreed to go out with him and the first time, you said I love you. But also the time you helped him and the marauders pull a prank and somehow managed to talk Filch into believing it hadn't been you guy who did it.

N = Nightmare (What are they afraid of?)

James is terrified of losing you. Sure he may seem loud and happy but this man is terrified of you leaving him. One time you were trying to surprise him with tickets to the Quidditch cup, so you were kind of avoiding him and Remus and Sirius had to go looking for you cause this man was a mess thinking you were done with him.

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they’re in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?)

My man's is veryyyy obvious when he's in love. Maybe when he first started liking you, he was a bit shy and scared. But he quickly grew confident, and he will gladly show everyone how he is so in love with you because he just feels so lucky.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Darling, love and I don't know, but I just feel like he might call you angel. I don't think he ever calls you by your actual name, a nickname is the closes you'll be to that.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

He is down for everything he actually wants to spend most of his time hanging out with you (when I tell you this man SUFFERS during the time away from Hogwarts) but he also loves learning about your hobbies and tries to learn them but if he's not good at it, he will still enjoy keeping you company while you do them.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

On a rainy day, you guys usually pull some pranks around the castle with the other marauders. But he also enjoys invading the kitchen elves and attempting to cook something with you until you two are kicked out and banned for almost burning down the kitchen. He enjoys quiet reading time in one of your dorms and dancing to your favorite songs.

S = Support (Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?)

This man will encourage you to no end, he believes you could do anything. They are constantly cheering you on and helping you study when you have a test. If one day you throw out a random idea about opening a business or something like that, this man will immediately buy anything you need to start said business.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

longer than he would of liked but you were oblivious at first and then skeptical of his true intentions. You truly made him work for it but he doesnt regret it one bit.

U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

He would try his hardest to be the most understanding but he did grow up as a rich spoiled only child and his parents did their best and hes an amazing person for it hes just not always consious that not everyone grew up the same. Or that things outside from his bubble are different. However hes willing to learn and he will never make you feel bad for how you feel and will be there by your side to deal with whatever may come.

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

To him the relationship means everything he would risk it all and leave it all behind. He truly envisions a future with you and hes willing to put the work for it.

W = Wedding (When, where, and how do they propose?)

I think he would be ready very soon however I want to say he would wait for a littlebit after you two graduated from hogwarts and settled because he wants to give you the best life possible with his effort and not just his parents money. I think he would also be down to travel a little with you before popping the question.

As for how he proposes i think he would plan something big but just the two of you and maybe some of your friends there to help set up. Or maybe something where both of your families and friends are there ( I personally would hate someone other than my SO and I being there but i feel like he would like that sooo)

X = XOXO (How affectionate are they? In public/in private)

He's affectionate in public and in private this man does not care i feel like touch is one of his love languages but if you are not into PDA he'll understand and try to stick to only hand holding or small lingering touches.

You know the hand flex? Yeah that was James Potter the first time you two touched before you two got together.

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they’re separated from their S/O?)

This man is dramatic when he's away from you even if it's just an hour (I feel like James is sometimes dramatic for shits and giggles and then people actually believe him), this man acts like it's been ages and most times someone will have to just call you so he stops mopping around. (One time when school was off it hadn't even been a full day and Euphemia had to come look for you and ask your parents for permission so you could spend a few days with them, so James would stop complaining.) If it's absolutely impossible for one of you to visit the other, the amount of letters that the two of you send each other is insane (think about texting but with letters.) your poor owls deserve better. sksk.

Z = Zen (What makes them feel calm?)

You.

Literally, the thought of just being with you makes James feel calm, he wants the quiet mornings and the late night pillow talks with you. Just whatever life might throw at you two, but if he's by your side, he's confident everything will be alright.

[callmissrogers]

That's My Girl | Part 1

Summary: A mission goes horribly horribly wrong, and Y/n knows it's her fault. Captain Rogers wants to be there for her, but she won't allow him to. But the team believes that there's more to this than simple hostage casualties. What is Hydra hiding?

Warnings: Angst, death, grief, and a wee bit of fluff stuck in there somewhere.

Word count: 3,527

(Only proofread once, so apologies for any mistakes)

Part 2

Y/n sat, face in her hands, leaning against her door.

It was all her fault.

They died because of her.

She had blood on her hands.

Try as she might to send her thoughts elsewhere, they still roamed back to what had happened the night before.

The street lights went out in an electrical burst, one by one.

Y/n looked around anxiously. The house had gone dark too. "we didn't have Intel on charge weapons." She barked over the comms. "Dang Hydra cockroaches!" Tony yelled. "They're trying to block our locators. I have a feeling that these are part of what the Shield x Hydra agents stole from headquarters." He finished. They could feel him pacing and moving his arms about wildly, as he always did.

"Well, let's recalculate. Charges or no, the doctor and his family still need our help." Natasha interjected.

They had come here after getting Intel on the kidnapping of a Doctor Cedric Bon. He had been a leader in black market plastic surgeries. Only his work had little to do with face lifts and tummy tucks, and so much more to do with attempts to actually turn the clock back on a person's age. Before, he had only managed to turn out some really messed up and damaged people, who could never undo what had been done to them. But a lot of chatter recently indicated that he had finally managed something akin to Steve's serum. But for youth instead of strength. 

Right after that, he and his wife vanished. One of Natasha's sources told them that Hydra had gotten them. They could only imagine what they wanted them for.

"OK. So, not being able to tell where everyone is presents a problem." Sam said worriedly. Now they'd be going in blind. They were going to relay on some of Stark's technology to help them locate where they were being held and go from there.

"It's a problem, but we'll find a solution. Sam you keep cover from the skies. Tony, you're in charge of entry points and keeping anyone else from coming in.  Buck, Nat, and I will handle whoever is waiting for us on the inside. Y/n, you gotta get'em out of there, ok?" Steve said, taking on the tone of voice he always had when he was in what they called Cap mood.

Y/n knew why he had asked her to handle that aspect. Her ability was mental and emotional manipulation. She could make someone believe a lie, calm down, get angry, or think whatever she wanted them to think. Not huge things, but simple things like "I should trust her" or "I should give her this key card." These thoughts and feelings never lasted and were always followed by a headache that resembled a hangover.

Even tho she could fight, frightfully skilled in martial arts, Steve must have figured her skill would be useful in helping the hostages relax as she moved them out of there. How wrong he was. . .

But martial arts also came in handy if one wanted to move about unseen, which y/n did.

It didn't take her as long as she thought it would to find them. They didn't have them in a cell, basement, or anything like that. They were locked in a bedroom on the second floor. It had two twin beds and a bathroom. For a hostage situation, this was pretty comfortable. Y/n put this off to the fact that Hydra thought they lulled them into a false sense of security so the doctor would do what they wanted.

That was her first mistake.

"I found them," She tried to say over the comms, but all she got was static. Only then did it occur to that she hadn't heard anyone say anything since they entered the house. They were probably jamming the comms.

She felt for her backup earpiece for such situations. It wasn't there. Why wasn't it there? *because you forgot to replace it after you last used it. the one time you hadn't used your checklist as you suited up. Steve would surely give you an earful. This was why that man loved checklists.*

She decides to press on anyway

Second mistake.

"Who are you?" The Doctor asked, his accent thick. "Just think of me as your rescue, Doctor Bon, Mrs Bon. I'm y/n, I'm a member of the Avengers and I need you to come with me. Now."

"Those men told us that they were part of shield reborn." Mrs Bon said doubtfully. "Shield reborn? There's no such thing."Well, then if you say we can't trust them, how do we know we can trust you?" Mrs Bon asked doubtfully.

Y/n turned and looked at her, her eyes changing from her usual green to a bright violet and then back again. Mrs Bon blinked a few times and then said, "we should trust her." "What did you do?" Doctor demanded. "Later, Doctor. She'll be fine, tho. You'll all be fine if you follow me." She said firmly.

She had stupidly been confident that she could do it all without any backup or any knowledge of what was happening down below.

"Do you know of a back way out?" She asked. "Um. Yes. They took me on a tour just today." The Doctor said nervously. "Why? Actually, no time. Just tell me where to go, but I lead." She said, exiting the room.

The Doctor told her how to find the servants' stairs, which were hidden behind a rather large painting.

She tried her comms again but nothing.

The stairs seemed to curve on forever until they opened up to a large kitchen. It was empty aside from men laying about with knives sticking out of their chests. 

Upon a quick scan of the room, y/n was sure it was safe for them to go.

After a quick dash to the backdoor, she pulled it open, stepping out into the night with them following close behind her. The yard was empty, dark, and soundless. It was now or never.

"Time to go!" She ordered, yanking them along with her as best she could. They would make it. They could duck into the woods. The others would clean up and find them later.

Mission accomplished.

Third and final mistake.

They were nearly there, just about to cross from the manicured lawn into the unkempt woods. But the moment the Bons attempted to cross, they jolted uncontrollably, and then they fell down, dead. . .

Y/n's eyes widened, dropping down, she frantically tried to give them cpr. First one and then the other. Tears stinging her eyes. "Come on!" She screamed. Hands trembling, she felt their necks. They were gone.

Hydra had implanted them so that if they tried to escape, they'd die. But why?

She just besides them until the others found them.

Nobody said anything on the ride home.

5 am.

The moment the jet landed, y/n jumped up, running out before anyone could stop her.

She went to her room slamming and locking the door behind her. Sliding down against it, she gave into the sobs.

Present moment.

Y/n had been sitting in the place since the night before. She didn't care that her legs had long since fallen asleep, that her back ached, her head pounded from crying. A heavy and sour feeling had settled in the pit of her stomach.

"Miss y/n," FRIDAY said, "Go away."Mr Stark says that there is to be a team meeting in five minutes."

She would be sick.

She knew she had no choice but to go to the meeting. It was mandatory for the official mission file before they filled out their own paperwork. It was a manner of protection for themselves as well as a record.

But that also meant that she'd have to go out there and explain to everyone just how she had failed, how she got them killed.

It was all her fault. All her bloody stupid fault.

"Miss y/n," FRIDAY said as a means to hurry her along.

"Fine." Y/n spat, pushing herself off the floor.

Get it over with.

The walk to the meeting room never felt so long as it had just now. Seeing everyone there, waiting for her to join them, made her blood run cold.

But, she was a part of this team. She had to be held accountable just like they did.

Steve was standing at the head of the table. Scrolling through a tablet that was projected onto the larger screen behind him. He glanced at her when she sat down, a mix of emotion on his face.

"OK. Well, you all know the drill by now. We need everyone's account of what happened last night." He said, sounding almost regretful that he had to ask.

One by one, they went around the table, each describing their movement in the mission. "I stayed on guard duty. No one came in or went out until y/n came out with the hostages. Then I flew to help, when I heard screaming and found that they were, in fact, deceased -" Tony said in a monotone voice. "I stayed on yours and Becky's six. We took out about 80-90 guards and agents before we made it outside and found out what had happened to the Bons." Nat said, choosing not to use the word decased, dead, or anything else remotely related to it. She was friends with y/n she knew how something like this would be to eat you alive from the inside out.

Then, the room grew quiet. Y/n knew it was her turn. They were nice enough not to all stare at her expectantly, but she still felt them pressuring her to tell them what went wrong, what she had done wrong.

She'd probably be put on leave for her stupid recklessness.

Her mouth was dry, heart pounding, and she finally looked up. Eyes meeting Steve's. He, unlike the rest, had been staring. His brows now knit together like they always were when he was thinking. She braced her hands on the table and slowly pulled herself up.

"Last night I was reckless. I forgot my other comm, so when they jammed, I couldn't get in contact with anyone. I didn't pay attention to any of the signs that told me it was too easy. I led them outside, and then they died right in front of me because I didn't even think to check for a chip!" She said, her voice increasing as she went along. "It was all my bloody fault. You can put that in the report, and I'll fill out my paperwork later." She spat and then stormed out of the room.

"Oh, she's not in a good place." Sam commented, sounding concerned. "She can't blame herself for the psychopathic nature of monsters," Bucky said, sighing. "There's no way she would have known about those chips. None of us would." He continued.

"What I want to know is why they were willing to kill them. Those chips have a kill switch. Somebody pressed a button to do it. Why didn't they want them alive?" Stark questioned. "There's something that's more important to keep hidden than having them alive." Steve commented almost absently, his thoughts distracted by something or someone rather. "They took them for a purpose, so they must already have all the schematics on the serum he created." Natasha added.

"He was a fast talker to give them everything in 24 hours. This isn't something you find in a textbook, " Bruce said.

"I want more information on where they were holding them and the agents we found there. Nat, can you head that up?" Steve asked before excusing himself without waiting for her reply.

"FRIDAY, Y/n's whereabouts?" He said once he got in the elevator. "In the kitchen, sir."

Y/n was pouring herself into a cup of coffee. She didn't drink alcohol because well she couldn't. Something about alcohol potentially making your heart stop makes one think twice about it.  So she would overload herself with caffeine instead.

She had just picked it up, allowing the mug to warm her hands. Suddenly getting the feeling that she wasn't alone in the room.  The last thing she needed was a speech about how it wasn't her fault and that the team was behind her all the way. Because she knew at least the first part of that was a big fat lie.

Finally, the person standing behind her cleared their throat. Steve. Of course. It had to be him.

Slowly, she made herself turn around, but she wouldn't look at him.

"What do you want?" She asked, forcing her voice into a monotone, hoping that he would get the hint and leave her be.

She knew what he wanted. He wanted to comfort her. He wanted to reassure her that this didn't change anything.

He stared at her a moment before answering, "y/n, would you look at me, please?" He asked, his voice gentil, nothing at all like his Captain America voice.

She just shook her head, eyes locked on her coffee.

He took a few steps towards her.

"Y/n . . . I know you think that -" "That what? That this all my fault? Check. That you're all disappointed in me? Check. That I'm the reason that the mission failed and two people are died? Check and check. We've established how I feel now." She snapped angrily.

Steve's expression shifted from one of pure concern to slight hurt. Not that she could see that, still refusing to meet his gaze. But he wouldn't allow himself to get offended. He did know how this felt and knew that she didn't mean it.

Carefully, he took a few steps forward and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Feeling her instantly tense up. "You can yell, cry, get angry. . . Just don't go inward on me." She said nothing, biting her lower lip, looking away, determined to push away what he was offering now. He sighed, not out of frustration with her but worry, "Shortcake, please say something." Shortcake, the nickname he had given her after they first met at that WW2 convention.

"Steve. Just stop being a hero for one second and leave me alone!" She yelled, slamming her coffee down on the counter, making it spill, and storming from the room. "Y/n!" He called.. He wanted to go after her but he respected her wishes and left her alone.

Once she had made it back to the safety of her own room, y/n collapsed on her bed, allowing herself to break down again.

Why had she done that? She knew that he genuinely just wanted to comfort her. But what did she do? Screamed in his face. Right.

She didn't move a muscle and eventually slipped off to sleep. A sleep that made her relieve the day the man she had just yelled at became a part of her life.

It was a cool day in May, y/n was walking around the WW2 convention. Her grandfather, grandmother, great uncles, and great aunts had all served. She grew up on the old stories, the old records, the old newspaper clippings, and books. Her parents had brought her to this convention every year since she could walk, and now that they were gone, she came alone. This time period was a part of who she was. So dressed in period appropriate dress reminiscent of Andrew Sisters' famous uniform, she took in all the sights.

Finally, stopping by a tent set up to be an old fashioned drugstore, complete with ice cream, sodas, lemonade, and sandwiches.

"I'll take a lemonade," She said with a smile. Noticing the man leaning against the other end of the counter.  She knew who he was, of course she did, just as she was very aware of who he worked for. Technically she was a colleague of sorts.

He quickly noticed her staring. But instead of looking bothered, he smiled. Slowly, he inched his way closer until he was standing next to her. "Which Andrew sister, are you?" He asked with a grin, making y/n blush. "Well. . Not technically supposed to be any of them. I just like the style. It has a bit more class than modern-day dress blues." "You served?" "Airforce. That is until..."Shield picked you up?" "How did you know?" "I might or might not have seen your file." "Sneaky." "I like to think I'm observant." y/n couldn't help but smile. They weren't lying when they said Steve Roger's was quite the charmer. Finishing off her lemonade, y/n turned to pay for it only for Steve to hold out a five dollar bill to the shop owner. "I - why did you do that?" She asked, baffled. "Because I'm a boy from Brooklyn in the 40s, and we don't let ladies pay for themselves." "Oh. I see." Steve couldn't help it. He was very intrigued and spoke before he could talk himself out of it. "Are you going to the show later?" He asked, referring to the bands and performers who would be performing 40s music that evening.

"I was planning on it." "Uh," He cleared his throat. "Would you like to watch it together." "Mr Roger's are you trying to ask me out?" He nodded, "Yes. Yes, I am." his cheeks tinged with pink. "Well, in that case, yes." He looked at his watch, "We still have about an hour before it starts..." "That we do. . ." She said, almost having pity on the poor man. Here he was, Captain America, and he was actually nervous. "Would you like to walk around with me?" She asked, deciding to make things easier for him. "Sure." He said, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. They walked around the field, sharing stories and just getting to know each other. The more they talked, the more Roger's lossened up. The hour flew by before they knew it, so they made their way over to the field. Most of the chairs were already taken by the early birds, so they stood further back. Y/n being only 5 feet tall, struggled to see over the crowd that had also found their way back there. Steve tapped her on the shoulder, "May I?" He asked, gesturing to a stand behind them. She nodded, and he gently picked her up and placed up on it, pulling himself up next to her. They could easily view the show from here. "Thank you for that," she said with a smile. "No problem. You can't help being a shortcake." He grinned. And the nickname just stuck from that point on.

Just a mere three weeks after that, y/n was asked to join the Avengers.

Y/n shot up in bed, room dark, glancing at the clock beside her bed. 3 am. Her heart was pounding, eyes puffy from crying. Her room felt suffocating and oppressive now. "I can't be here." She whispered aloud to herself.  Quickly changing her clothes, she made a beeline for the gym, determined to clear her head.

Steve, whose room was on the same floor, heard a door opening and shutting and then the ding of the elevator.

Sitting up, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He had a feeling as to who might be up and about at this late hour. There were only four of them on this floor and none of them were nightowls. So he knew exactly who it was.

Down in the gym, y/n was in the midst of the wing chun arena. Dodging, then getting in a few hits before leaping to avoid being struck in the legs. Steve walked in and just stood there for a moment, watching her. She was ripping them apart. Tho Steve was sure Stark wouldn't hold it against her.

With a scream, she kicked another apart and kept going. Steve was beginning to worry she'd soon take herself apart too. So, with another sign, he walked towards the arena. Leaping over the wall, making his way around the carnage toward the center where she was, just three more dummies to go.

Stopping just behind her, he said

"Y/n... that's enough. " She ignored him and kicked the top off of the dummies. "Y/n." He said a tad firmer, only to be ignored again.

He cared about her too much to allow her to completely self-destruct in front of him. So he grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to turn around. Hands still on her shoulders, he looked down at her, hoping that she could see just how worried he was about her. How much he cared for her.

"That's enough." He tucked hair behind her ear.

"Do you hear me? None of this was your fault. I promise you that we will figure out who did this. We'll find out why. But Shortcake, it's not on you." He said hurriedly, his voice cracking as he pulled her into a crushing hug.

Part 2

[mangywayway]

Welcome gentaglia!

I'm using this as both a "meet the artist" AND blog explanation bc I'm too lazy to separate them ✨✨

Hello, you can call me either Way or Waylon (ﾐⓛᆽⓛﾐ)✧

I was born in the '99, I'm a trans guy and I'm Italian. I speak mostly English here but you will find me also speaking Italian from time to time. My English isn't the best tho, so you'll find a lot of mistakes probably. I also swear a lot.

I often doodle myself as a cat for shit and giggles.

I don't have the patience to make multiple blogs, so you have a little bit of everything all together here.

Usually these are the fandoms I reblog/create stuff for:

Hannibal NBC, Outlast, Genshin Impact, Stranger Things, The Boys, Nu:Carnival, Bloodborne (and Souls in general), Arknights, Pokèmon.

I don't keep any oc; the only exception is my OC Oswald from Bloodborne. Also not my OCs, but a lot of my art consist in my Harringrove Mythology AU, so take that as you want

Mostly used tags here:

#mangywayway <- my art tag

#way talks <- all my complaints, bullshits and random stuff, sometimes in English, sometimes no

#harpy billy hargrove/ #werecat steve harrington/ #mythology au <- all the stuff about my Harringrove mythology au

#🦈🦈🦈 <- biting emoji, depends on when I remember to use it or no lol

This a +18 space, I don't have time for shit and fights over fictional stuff. If you don't like something, silence or block it. I'm here to have fun, not to fight over fictional blorbos. We also believe in cats' supremacy here. Doesn't matter when or what, there will probably be a cat version here.

[amethystfairy1]

Hello! Hello! Hello!

I don't really have a question to ask... you're just one of the blogs I've followed the longest (you as well as doody are the reasons i got tumblr actually) and I've never sent an ask so I thought I'd just stop by and say... well, hello!

I absolutely adore your works and although I've never sent a comment on ao3, just know that you can go to any chapter you've ever wrote and imagine many, MANY, keyboard smashes from me, lol

I'm proud to say I've been here since the beginning (Pretty Boy my beloved...) and am always looking foward to where you'll end up taking us next (traveling thieves was one of the best spur-of-the-moment things to come from whumptober-ish), and no matter what you do, fanfiction, original stories, art (even if you claim you can't draw)... you'll always have my, as well as many others, support

I hope you have a wonderful night of sleep, because you deserve it

Awww you're so sweet thank you thank you! 💖

I'm so glad you've stuck around since Pretty Boy for TTSBC and enjoyed TT as well! And it's so kind of you to say you'd be interested in anything I were to create (I promise you it won't be art tho, definitely can't draw 😭) that really does mean so much to me!

Like I've mentioned here and there, I have an original concept I've been working on for years, and it's meant to be written similar to TTSBC and TT, that is, multiple storylines all kinda tripping over each other, and while I don't plan to actually post anything of it until I finish my degree, which will be next May, I am already thinking about how I would figure to share it with all of you! It would be so much fun, and I hope it'll get at least a little bit of the astounding amount of love that my AUs have!

But for now, it's tippy taps for the block men! 😆

Thank you so much for coming by!!!

[allastoredeer]

I just read your entire Just Kiss Already series up to the latest one with the huge fight between the two and ARGH you write them both so well!! Especially Lucifer, his anxiety and stumbling-through-his-words dialogue that makes him oh so relatable to me are perfect. And as an English Language and Literature graduate who's not a native English speaker, your writing has some GREAT vocabulary and phrases I absolutely love.

As someone aroaceage myself (on all 3 spectrums not 100% completely aromantic, asexual, or agender, just FYI since people forget it's a spectrum and then attack me way too often and now I'm wary) it's so refreshing to see another aroace person writing Alastor with his "I hate personal space invasion" attitude that I share. I strictly hate giving up my privacy and your explanation for how Al feels makes so much sense (and also makes me feel like I won't be friendless my whole life, so thanks :') if Alastor can end up with someone despite hating intimacy and if Lucifer can despite being awkward and desperate then damn. Maybe so can I). Oh, and Vox being the pathetic desperate wet tissue he is is soo entertaining. I don't babygirl-ise characters often but he's just so. Fun to watch embarass himself. I can't help it.

I came to your blog just to say this but got a lot of RadioApple discourse that I'm honestly a bit intimidated by since I wasn't aware of all this happening at all, I just follow a very select few creators and now I don't know whether I'm doing something wrong. Personally I don't care much about top/bottom dynamics (except in certain situations) so I'm just confused and worried lol. And what's with the outfits and likes??? I'm out of the entire loop. But I'm glad conversations are happening when they should!

Anyway, I canNOT wait for more from your series, wherever it goes. I'd draw fanart or write fics in your AU with your permission but I'm currently having every creative block known to humanity for several years. Somehow.

I usually comment on AO3 itself but you connected your Tumblr after every chapter so it felt right to come here, even tho I'm not too active on social media sites. I hope you don't mind my mostly-unrelated rambles. All the kudos to your fics!

First and foremost: You aren't doing anything wrong.

It's fine if you're out of the loop. There's really no loop to begin with. It's just some fandom tropes and characterizations a handful of us don't enjoy seeing and we're ranting about it LOL If you like any of those tropes or characterizations, or follow people who make art/fics with them, there's nothing wrong with that either. There's no need to be worried, you're doing just fine 😊

Secondly, THANK YOU!!!

I don't think anyone is 100% ace, aro, or agender, it's a spectrum, afterall. There's no meter you have to reach to be considered 100% a sexuality, you just are :) If you say you're ace, aro, or agender, that's what you are, and anyone who wants to argue about it can go kick rocks.

I base a lot of how I write Alastor's aceness on myself, so hearing people say they feel the same is just (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) It's so amazing to hear. I'm a very private person and I like my personal space; I'm not a very physically touchy person, and thankfully, I have an amazing friend (who's love language is physical touch and affection) who knows and understands this and doesn't touch or hug me without permission - I love her so much T.T

Vox is such a pathetic wet tissue and that's what I love about him

(づ￣ ³￣)づ I wanna give him a little kiss on his big, flat forehead.

I'm so happy you're enjoying my fics and relating to them so much. I don't think there's a higher compliment an author can get than their readers saying that they saw themselves in the story and characters. It's such an amazing feeling, it makes me all warm and tingly inside.

Once your creative block lets up - whenever that may be - you have my full permission to draw and write as much as you want in my AU.

Thanks for visiting my tumblr!! Sorry you felt intimidated by the discourse, that's not fun. Just know that you're not doing anything wrong, and whatever fandom content you engage with is perfectly fine and you shouldn't feel bad about enjoying it ^.^ Fandom is escapism and we're all here to have a good time.

Thank you for your rambles!! I enjoyed reading them!!

[ask-dare-my-bbieal-au]

hi hello! uhh new ask blog this is new i’m new to this help me hidjdjjskd

main: @churrothezanyrabbit (mostly active-ish there)

i have a discord, feel free to ask for it in messages!

for this blog, and especially due to me being new, asks won’t be answered right away at the beginning, and may take some time, so please be patient with me! (i’m begging for my autistic ass cuz i’ll get stressed out 😭🙏)

rules/dni’s for this blog!!

dni!!

basic dni, y’know, the obvious

dni if you are ableist, homophobic/transphobic, pedophile/pedo supporter, incest-liker/incest supporter, and y’know just the basics just DON’T BE A FUCKING JERK, and no fetish shit ew/lh

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rules!!

don’t send nsfw asks (dirty jokes are fine, just don’t make them too explicit)

magic anons are allowed just don’t do weird shit like turning a kid into an adult just so you can like them (bc if you like a child character, example being suzy[aka playtime], you’re getting mcfucking BLOCKED YOU WEIRDO), otherwise typical normal (i use that term lightly) magic asks are fine

for the love of dr reflex don’t do any m!preg asks bc to me that counts as an nsfw ask and i will not do it

no fetish art i’m not doing that it’s a nono for me (doesn’t count as nsfw, like what you want as long as it isn’t illegal but don’t bring it to me please/lh)

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things i WILL do!

draw (obv, possibly commissions but it depends)

post randomly bc i’m weird like that or im just bored

draw blood/gore/etc (but if it’s heavy i’ll prob censor it, bc ofc, people have triggers and i don’t want to disrespect them, tho if it’s light or whatever i’ll post it)

constantly give new headcanons to the characters (i’m autistic let me do my thing and you do yours without being a dick)

have sporadic on-and-off moments (as in i might not post for a hot while and then have this sudden spur of posting stuff quickly)

attempt to draw oc’s and such (as long as they’re not complicated)

draw other baldi’s OF COURSE :D (as long as they’re not problematic or too hard to draw 🥲🙏)

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things i WON’T do!

draw nsfw (obv)

post uncensored heavy gore

have any minor (y’know, like kid) characters do anything normal wear anything even remotely sexual in any way shape or form

accept asks relating to any political stuff or anything in the irl world (this world is purely fictional, and this is partly comfort for me to escape reality, so please don’t 🫶)

NO M!PREG I’M STATING IT TWICE

ship oc x canon/draw it (sorry it is just weird to me a little bit, ofc i have no problem with it but i don’t want it on this blog, respectfully! however i’ll be willing to draw said oc :3 …if it isn’t complicated 🥲)

interact with problematic content/au’s/other stuff (and if there is any other stuff that is problematic please let me know asap cuz i don’t want to support problematic creators!)

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reblogs are heavily appreciated!!

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my version of baldi is shipped with my partner’s version of baldi, who is named harris. if you are interested in princibaldi, baldiflex, or princibaldiflex or whatever else you ship then, don’t come to this blog, please. if anything, i’ll be posting it on my main, which is up there! i like those 3 ships, ofc, but i won’t be doing them here./lh

i will not stand for negativity and hate towards this blog, and if you send me an ask directed with hate towards me and/or my versions of the characters anonymously, i will not be answering you. if you don’t like it, get out and block me or something because i’m not taking shit from nobody.

i use tone tags! (please use them back i’m begging)

finally, take the boye!!

the polymorph who is indeed only 4’11”….. (will give other info later)

Phineas King Baldimore!

(he/they)